“Jer, would you say that we–you know, as a group–enjoy a party?”
“It’s a party every day around here, Bob.”
“Every day?”
“Well: some days more than others, right?”
“Sure, sure. And, uh, Jer: we play for a pretty long time, huh?”
“What?”
“Like: we rock and roll, you know, all night?”
“Yeah, I guess. What’s going on, man?”
“Bobert Herbert Walker Weir, you take that shit off your face.”
“Aww! C’mon, Garcia!”
“Right now, mister.”
“Mumblemumblemumble.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s right, nothing. Take it off.”
…
“I was gonna–”
“NOW, Weir.”
“–do your makeup, too. Aw.”
I saw the Grateful Dead at Winterland on October 17, 1974 (and it wasn’t my first time). I also saw Kiss at Winterland, on January 31, 1975. I should add that Kiss was not popular in San Francisco at the time, so Kiss played on the Tuesday “audition night” show, and tickets were 2 dollars.
I just want to emphasize that I saw Kiss “in their prime,” and they sucked, big time, like a lame Long Island bar band who couldn’t play tasty and then covered it with mime makeup and some smoke bombs.
Jerry is correct here. Kiss were lame, and if you liked them at any time after puberty, well, I hope you didn’t pay too much for your Uriah Heep collectables.
How is it possible that someone is so handsome?
Why is my name weird
I promise to never do this to Garcia ever again.
Now I won’t be able to sleep.
Bobby was a big Hello People fan, thought maybe Mime Rock was where it was gonna go
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuOVhPK2FPw